I have an obsession with writing poetry,
Cause I have all these feelings I can't say,
If you look inside the words you will see,
How much I have ****** up this way.
I'm a disease almost as bad as smoking,
But I'm no where near as addictive,
Just ask my lovers, see if I'm joking,
I would move but my hearts not proactive.
So I split my tongue with a pair of scissors,
That I made out of burnt skin.
I been looking at the light for hours,
Now I'm to blind to begin...
Do you see the truth in between the lies,
I do, I have that gift inside.
I'm a mess on your front porch so sweep me away,
If you like I will come back another day.
I read books, yeah I extend my mind,
But reading these books take up my time,
So I distant myself from the ones I love,
You know what you call family.
Don't look at me like I am less,
Cause I still have no place to rest,
A home..well I've built a tree house,
It just sucks when it rains at night!
THANKS!!
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